Charlie

 Their bias chains my grief

Not acceptable to grieve a dad and husband.

A conservative far from me, suffering from gun shot to the neck

As of now, I hold his limp hand as half the nation grieves and half a nation celebrates.

Tall, brown hair, baby faced,

Charlie, we lost you in the Internet-fabricated hate

Demeaning your laugh, your vision, your ethic for the chance to idolize a man dressed as a cat.

My heart doesn’t burn with hate

That flame was extinguished when I realized the wood of justice would cause a forest fire, consuming the entire human race.

Now you sit with those before, taken too soon for a noble cause.

Eventually, my bravery will match yours, Charlie.

For now, I’ll attempt to be innocuous despite the painful truth of your end.